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Step Billionaire
(TABOO Forbidden Household Erotic Romance)
21-year-old Kayla Taylor has been a bad girl. She’s rebelling against her stepfather, a young billionaire who thinks he can control Kayla’s future by forcing her to take over his company when he’s ready to retire. Kayla has no interest in business, but her passion for illustration isn’t one that can sustain her—not unless she has the funds to do so.
But Carter, the man of the house, would never go for something like that. Not unless he was getting something really, really good out of the deal.
So when Kayla learns he wants a baby, she knows it’s time to play her hand. Carter wants to fuck her sweet virgin body hard and without protection, and knowing the kind of freedom his money can provide her, she’s going to let him.
And after feeling what his billion-dollar hands can do, who could blame her?
WARNING: This story contains a naughty 21-year-old virgin being seduced by her infuriatingly sexy and wealthy stepfather.
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STEP BILLIONAIRE
“You can’t keep doing this!”
Kayla rolled her eyes skyward as she staggered out of the metropolitan police station and toward her stepfather’s long black BMW. It was late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—in that strange twilight hour where the midnight blue turned almost green with the coming of the sun. Usually, Kayla would still be at some exclusive club flashing her black card and ordering the most expensive drinks on the menu, but tonight, things had gone a little more south than she’d intended them to.
Specifically, she’d beat the shit out of some bitch talking shit across the VIP section. She’d smashed her champagne flute right over her head, and even worse, she hadn’t stopped once she saw the blood.
Tired of those fuckin’ skanks, she thought, grabbing the wall to catch herself as she wobbled on her too-high heels. I needed to send a message…
But perhaps that message needn’t have been written in the girl’s blood. Unlike all the other times Kayla had gotten into altercations at various public venues, the staff just couldn’t ignore this one, which had required an ambulance to ensure the girl she’d busted up didn’t have a concussion. That meant the police had shown up, too, and not long afterward, Kayla had found herself in the back of a cruiser and on her way to jail.
Again.
Thankfully, the officers had merely stowed her in the drunk tank, as usual, and called her stepfather, Carter Farthing. That name carried a lot of weight at the metro PD, and pretty much anywhere else Carter went, which also meant that Kayla rarely dealt with any punishment more severe than court mandated therapy sessions and a scolding from both her parents.
She doubted she’d hear from her mother this time. She was off jetting around the world again, leaving Kayla in Carter’s care. That wasn’t terribly unusual, but at twenty-one years old, it was beginning to get a little old.
She had wanted to move out of her stepfather’s estate the day she’d turned eighteen, but that wasn’t something Carter would allow. He treated her like some precious commodity, like another one of his fancy cars or expensive tech toys. He wanted her around to show off. It was part of his image, his status as a billionaire. He was a “family man,” even if Kayla wasn’t technically “his” family.
And without her stepfather’s money, it wasn’t as if she could just pack up and leave. Until she finished college and secured a career, Kayla was doomed to remain at home with Carter and her mother.
That didn’t mean she had to be some goody-two-shoes, though, as tonight—and so many others—had proved.
“Jesus,” her stepfather muttered, quickly pulling open the passenger’s side door to let Kayla collapse inside. She was still drunk. Her head was swimming, and balance had suddenly become a major issue. “Look at you. This is no way for a young woman to behave.”
“What’s the matter, Daddy?” she sneered. “Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you?”
Carter stared down at her, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked her over. For a moment, his steely gaze caught on her skirt, and when Kayla looked down, she saw that it had hitched up around her upper thighs when she’d sat down. With her legs splayed, her sheer pink panties were completely visible.
Why is he looking at me like that? she wondered as she pulled down the hem, watching Carter avert his gaze. It almost looks like he likes it…
She banished the thought immediately, chalking it up to her inebriated state as she managed to swing her unusually heavy feet into the car. Carter shut the door, walked around to his side, and got in, scowling as he turned a key, the big powerful engine roaring to life.
“Buckle up,” he told her sternly.
Kayla once again rolled her eyes, but inevitably obeyed. She might have been reckless in many ways, but she certainly didn’t want to end up flying through the windshield should something go wrong.
She snapped the seatbelt into place and leaned her seat back immediately, stretching out as best she could in her stepfather’s luxury sedan.
“Your antics are costing me a small fortune, you know,” Carter muttered as he pulled into the limited traffic at this hour. “God only knows what I’ll have to do to convince this girl not to press charges.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle,” Kayla replied, closing her eyes as the interior of the car began to spin. “Not unless the money’s dried up while I was waiting for you to show up.”
It was Carter’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sorry I didn’t drop everything sooner to rush to your aid. I do have a life outside of cleaning up your messes, you know.”
“Right, your second wife,” Kayla said, referring to the company her stepfather owned. “I’m sure she’ll understand.”
Kayla didn’t know why her stepfather was acting so put out. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been awake, anyway. Part of being a billionaire was hard work, contrary to popular belief, and she knew Carter was up until the wee hours of the morning most nights. She could tell it was beginning to wear on him, too. The dark circles under his eyes easily betrayed that.
She got the feeling there was more to it than that, however. Lately, her stepfather had seemed more aloof and stressed out than usual. While normally calm and collected, she’d been on the receiving end of a few uncharacteristic tantrums the past few weeks. She’d often wondered if it had something to do with her mom.
Thankfully, her stepfather seemed too tired to devolve into theatrics right now.
“I don’t know why you can’t understand how important it is not to tarnish your public image,” he said, gripping the leather steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “When I eventually turn my company over to you, it will be imperative for your reputation to remain as unsullied as possible.”
“What if I don’t want the company?” Kayla said, sta
rtling as her stepfather made a sudden stop at a traffic light. The red glow washed over his face, turning his stormy eyes a strange shade of maroon.
“You don’t have much of a choice in the matter,” he told her. “I have no other heir to give it to.”
“So make another one,” Kayla huffed, adjusting her seatbelt to get the strap off of her throat. “You’re still young… ish. It can’t possibly be that hard.”
Carter chuckled ruefully, shaking his head as the light turned green. “You’d be surprised,” he murmured at a volume Kayla was sure he’d meant to be inaudible, and yet she’d heard every word of it.
She frowned, looking over at her stepfather as he drove through the desolate streets. Every time they left the warm glow of a streetlamp, the shadows that passed over his face seemed to grow darker and darker. Is this why he’s been so distant? she wondered. Mom has been gone a lot, lately. And if they were trying for a baby…